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outside toilets, but owr outside
toilets finished!
I started first grade that year
at Cloverdale Elemantary, and we
all walked with our own little
group to school.
I don't think our mothers worried,
as it was such a safer time.
I enjoyed our walks to school.
Sometimes stopping in at Claude Lewis
Cafe to spend part of my lunch money,
or popping by a house to get a huge
pear from the tree in that yard.
Three pears were so cold and crisp
on a fall morning.
We had everything we needed as
a community. Most worked at the
mill in Highland, but some like
my dad, worked at the Pickett Cotton
mill.
We had our two stories. One owned
by Charlie [Sigemore?] and the other
owned by [gohn Brogan?]. We shopped
for our groceries, caught the school
buses and met with our friends
from [chese stones?]. You can't fine